Some Kind Of Temptation

Crash Into Me

"You have to stop coming to my classroom for things," Stephanie said breathlessly between kisses. "People are going to suspect something."

It was lunch and they were pinned against the door to ensure nobody walked in. Two weeks had passed, and aside from seeing each other in class their only time together had been snatched make out sessions like this, both desperate for more but afraid to take the risk. Between sports clubs and tutoring every day  being together after school had been out of the question, so clandestine moments between classes was all they had. They'd tried to hold off at first but it quickly proved impossible.

"So let's figure something out," replied Elizabeth simply. "My parents are away this weekend, I have the house to myself."

Stephanie laughed. She often thought that Elizabeth forgot the age difference between them. In truth, so did she.

"I have the house to myself every weekend, and during the week too."

"Perfect, when can I come over?"

"It's not that easy -" she gasped as Elizabeth, who had been kissing her throat, sank her teeth in to the skin in protest "- people could see."

"So tell them you're tutoring me. Which really, you are." She stopped and gazed into her eyes, and Stephanie felt her knees go weak. "I need to have all of you."

The teacher nodded.

"Ok. Saturday night. Come when it's dark."

"Midnight tutoring? That checks out."

"Alright! Come whenever you want." She grabbed a pen and paper from her desk and scribbled her address and phone number. "Only contact me in emergencies, ok? Go! You'll be late for your class."

Elizabeth grinned, stole a final kiss and straightened herself up before ducking out of the classroom.

~

Stephanie had been checking her phone all day.

You are obsessed with an 18 year old girl. A student. You're old enough to be her mother. What the hell are you doing?

She washed the thoughts away with a generous glug of wine before checking how she looked in the mirror. She knew it was all wrong, but it was exciting and dangerous and that in itself was addictive, let alone the powerful forbidden feelings she had for Elizabeth. She'd changed her outfit 4 times. Firstly she tried to dress younger. Then more casual. Then sexier. Ultimately she decided that Elizabeth obviously liked the way she dressed at school so she did a variation on that.

A simple black dress, cut too low to wear for work, that hugged her waist and flattered her frame. Underneath she made sure to wear the type of black stockings she had always worn for teaching. There was something about the secret rebelliousness of it that she loved. She fluffed her hair and checked her lipstick for what was probably the hundredth time, and was about to top up her glass when she heard the buzzer to her apartment.

"H-"

Any greeting was kissed out of her mouth before she had a chance to finish it. She blindly fumbled to close the door as Elizabeth had essentially jumped into her arms and was kissing her in a frenzy.

"Oh my god," she laughed between kisses. "Don't you want a drink or something?"

"I want you. Where's the bedroom?"

"Through there."

The small apartment was exactly what Elizabeth imagined it would be. It was dimly lit, scarves of various colors over the lamps illuminated the place in a bohemian rainbow. Piles of old books were stacked around and she could smell incense burning.

She walked through to the only bedroom and looked around, confused.

"Where's the bed?"

Stephanie pointed to a mattress on the floor, covered in more colorful blankets and cushions.

"No, don't you have a bed frame?"

"I prefer it this way."

Elizabeth shrugged and turned to kiss her again, slower and more passionately this time. Her hands began to explore Stephanie's body, and she drew a moan from her as she firmly grabbed her full behind.

"Listen, I want to do it to you tonight. I want to make you come. Can you tell me what I need to do?"

"With pleasure."

Elizabeth was wearing running shorts with a cami that grazed her midriff and a denim shirt. She shrugged off the shirt and kicked off her running shoes as Stephanie ran her hands over her body. She wasn't wearing a bra under the cami and Stephanie's breath hitched as she watched her firm, nubile breasts bounce naturally, the nipples hard through the fabric.

Elizabeth saw her reaction and smiled before lifting the top over her head and dropping it on the floor.

"Better?"

"I...yes. You are perfect." As they kissed, Stephanie took one in her hand, eliciting small gasps and moans as she stroked and squeezed. Still kissing, Elizabeth pushed the waistband of her shorts over her hips and then she was completely naked in front of Stephanie for the first time.

As they broke apart, Stephanie drank in the shape of her lover. She was strong and athletic, sweet and soft. Her breasts and ass sat high and bore none of the inevitable scars and marks picked up through life. Stephanie had always been confident about her body, but as she looked at Elizabeth she realized with shock that that was usually when it was dressed in a way that kept everything where she wanted it. Any time she was naked it was either in front of a woman of a similar age or a man who didn't care what she looked like so long as he was getting laid. She bit her lip nervously.

"What's wrong, Ms Nicks?"

"I told you, call me Steph."

Elizabeth smiled wryly.

"Ok...but when we're doing it can I call you Ms Nicks? I think it's hot."

Stephanie's nerves dissipated slightly - it was wrong but it absolutely was hot - and she chuckled.

"'Doing it'? You're an adult now...making love."

"Ew, no. Fucking." She growled the word in a way that made Stephanie's stomach flip and she nodded dumbly. "Now, can I see you?"

Stephanie took a deep breath and turned, flicking her blonde hair forward over her shoulder so Elizabeth could get to the zipper. As she slowly unzipped the dress, she kissed the back of Stephanie's neck, reaching around with her free hand to cup her full breast. Stephanie moaned and leaned back against her slightly.

"I can't want to taste you," Elizabeth whispered.

"I love it when you talk like that."

Another kiss on her neck before she whispered in her ear.

"I can't wait to fuck you until you come, screaming my name. I can't wait to feel you writhing in ecstasy beneath me. I can't wait to hold you whilst we sleep, then wake up and do it all again."